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Actions, not words (and other reasons I bought an ebike)
A few years ago, I found myself in the same room as a senior councillor who was boasting (yes, boasting!) that he had never once caught a Cardiff bus. Imagine! This came from a person with actual influence (although not directly) over local transport policy in the capital city. He was apparently proud of never having…
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Fællesspisning: Are we ready to eat with strangers?
We went to Copenhagen to see a band called Big Thief. We stayed to enjoy the delights of a city we both fell in love with and would move to in a heartbeat. You see, Copenhagen is magnificent in ways that can leave you slightly furious if you think about what we could learn from…
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No return ticket and no idea how I’ll cope.
My son James has everything a nineteen-year-old could wish for: a rucksack the size of a small bungalow, a one-way ticket to Bangkok, and a general air of excitement. Panicky Mam here has approximately 40 browser tabs open about travel insurance and vaccinations, and the vibe of a woman quietly falling apart while pretending to…
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Where are the victims?
I’ve been watching the Epstein files coverage with a familiar knot in my stomach. Not because the revelations shock me (none of this is news to women). But because we’re talking about literally everyone except the people who were abused. What this means for Trump. Mandelson’s future. The artist formerly known as Prince Andrew. It’s…
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Twenty thousand starlings and one epiphany
The binoculars were a gift to myself last summer. A slightly desperate attempt, if I’m honest, to reconnect with something I’d lost. After Nan died, I kept thinking about the coastal walks we used to take, and how she’d point out seabirds along the Pembrokeshire clifftops. I wanted to find my way back to that…
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All I want for Christmas is a crowbar and some crockery
Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. A season of joy, goodwill, and togetherness. Or, if you’re being honest: a pressure cooker of family dysfunction, financial stress, and forced jollity that would make even Santa reach for the brandy before noon. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas as much as the next person…
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Surfing a tsunami of tiredness
“How are you doing?” “Yeah, good thanks…just tired.” I don’t know about you, but it feels like I’m having a version of this exchange at least once a day. It seems that everyone I know is genuinely and profoundly knackered. My friends say it. My postman says it. My teenage son says it. Even my…
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Float on: My unlikely addiction to sensory deprivation
Once a month, I strip off, shower, insert earplugs, and lower myself into a sleek triangular pod; part spaceship, part oversized clamshell. The lid gently closes above me. The lights fade. And for the next hour, I’m suspended in body-temperature water so saturated with Epsom salts that I float effortlessly on the surface, weightless as…
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Second Hand September: Changing shopping habits one glittery frock at a time
The best dress I’ve ever owned didn’t come from a glossy high street store, nor cost anywhere near three figures. It didn’t arrive in tissue paper from a slick online boutique, and it didn’t involve me doomscrolling through “New In” sections at midnight, panic-buying three days before a big event. No, my greatest fashion triumph…
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Aliens, lasers and sunrises: A magical Green Man birthday
Some birthdays are more extra-terrestrial than others. This year, mine involved sequins, lasers and a pair of alien antennae. Because if you can’t dress up as a disco-loving visitor from space at Green Man festival, when you turn 44, then when can you? I’ll never get bored of banging on about how lucky we are…
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Hello. I’m Sara. This site is home to my writing for the Western Mail, a newspaper kind enough to publish my internal ramblechats. In 2022 I was named Wales Media Awards Columnist of The Year for this column. Madness. You’ll find me spaffing opinions on feminism, inequality, festivals, tech, art and whatever else pops into my head at 3am the day before deadline. There’s also bonus content, when the muse takes me (WHERE IS SHE TAKING ME? I DIDN’T ORDER THIS CAB! Etc…).
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